Autumn is here. Finally, the heat of the summer is breaking, and you can breathe a sigh of relief as the cool grip of autumn touches the lands of Mythris. All across the continent, the colors begin to change ... from a vibrant green to a collection of warm reds and oranges. Frantic prey begin their troublesome hustle to store food for the winter..
But there is still the ever present threat of the plague. The power of the dark magic seems to spread, leaving prey more and more sparse before the coming winter. There is a very palpable dread in the air as the plague continues to leech the life from the land ... though things in the epicenters are suddenly feeling suspiciously quiet ...
An island entirely dominated by a savannah, teeming with both lions and bountiful prey for them to hunt. Although its isolated inhabitants can glimpse dry land across the sea, they are unable to cross over, land-locked by the hungry sharks and mysterious whirlpools that guard them. Perhaps one day the magic of the world will grant them passage, but for now, it is a kingdom unto its own.